Rain

Well, the clouds have been crying alot recently. It was cool for the first...day. After that, I started cursing the skies and the rain that is making my summer very wet. Someone told me that somewhere, it's really hot and they want rain, so I should be grateful for the small inconvenience that I will soon be wanting back. But that just made me more miserable because now I realize that there are several groups of people who aren't getting what they want, and also, I will be not getting what I want in the future. I wish I could control the weather. Where's Nick Walton when you need him?

Surf N Slurp

The Surf N Slurp is the new Sno cone place at days for those who don't know. So we went there today after saying hi to McKann, and got our Sno cones. Then JT just out of the blue asked the lady working at the shop if she would blog about us since the Surf N Slurp has a blog...and she said yes and also said she would take our picture! So here it is. Just ignore the fact that I look like a nerd. If you want to read their blog it's at surfnslurp.blogspot.com

Magic age of 16

Something magical happens to a person at the age of 16. Or so everyone seems to think. A person turns 16 and suddenly they are deemed responsible enough to drive, date, and hold a job. Recently, I've been looking around trying to find a place that would hire me at 15 so I can pay for band. However, I am only 15 and therefore irresponsible, unable to do a good job, and probably ugly. Therefore, every place I've asked has told me to go play in my sandbox and wait till I'm a big boy in October. Unfortunately for me, starting work in October won't be enough to pay for band and other expenses. So I came to my blog so I can complain to the people (all 2 of you) who come on here to laugh at my 15-year-old silliness. Hopefully, once I turn 16 more people will read this blog since then I'll be a responsible person, capable of serious blogging.

Ode to my broken cell phone

Here's a song I wrote to my broken cell phone (to the tune of Heaven sung by David Archuleta)

Ohhhhh, Thinkin about our younger years...
There was only you and me (and the person I was texting)
We were young and wild and freeee....

Now, I'm disconnected without you...
I've been down this road before
I thought that was over now..
But then you broke and I'm lost

Cell phone, you're all that I want
and when you're lying here in my hand
It isn't too hard to seeeee
We're in heaven

Ohhh, Cell you're all that I neeeeed..
And when I get you fixed real soon
It isn't too hard to seeeeeee
We'll be in heaven!

Thank you

Biking

So yesterday Beau McCarlie came over to my house and we were playing basketball when we decided to go on a bike ride. It's around 6:00 now and so we get on our bikes and head down to the provo river trail. I figure we'll make it down to the freeway (about 5 miles round-trip.) We make it to the freeway and figure we can keep going. (Not even a little bit to avoid going back through the not-even-a-little-bit-scary ghetto part of Provo. We're not scared of huge, muscular people who look like they want to kill us) After driving on, through farming lands and forests, we eventually make it down to Utah Lake! The lady taking "entrance fees" to the lake comes out and tells us one of us has to be 18 to go in. I'm slightly confused and asks her: "You don't think I look 18?" She took one look at my small, thin, 5'4" frame and says: "Not in the slightest. My son is your age." What ticks me off is that her son is probably 12. People just don't seem to see my obvious age of 15 and 1/2. So, not wanting her to crack into fits of mirth over my height when I tell her how old I am, we drive back, reaching home about 7:15. 13 miles in an hour and 15 minutes. Top that Y'all! Haha!!!!

Couldn't resist

Today I walked my dog...

Timpview D-Line Tryouts

Well, the long-awaited Timpview Drumline tryouts arrived. At 8:00 I was there, noxious from nervousness, anxiously waiting for my turn, hoping for a part on the snare drum. I was eventually called in, played very well, and came out confident that my snare future was secure. I spent the rest of the time sitting in the rain, avoiding the noise, comforting Holli and McKann who were still waiting their turns, and waiting for it to all be done so I could be sure I had made snare. Around 11, Liz (center snare) came out of the back room, and motioned for me to follow her back into the room. There, I was told by Dr. Fullmer that he appreciated my hard work, acknowledging that I had been "killing myself " for this part. He then proceeded to tell me I was to be on Cymbals as section leader. For those who don't know, Cymbals are my passion. My hate passion. My summer year on cymbals was a horrible experience, one that I was finally going to be done with! Then, he announced that I was to spend yet another year in the cymbal dungeon, chained with those horrible creatures that dare to call themselves percussion instruments. Cymbals. Shock quickly paralyzed me, the only thing keeping me from jumping on Dr. Fullmer with some awesome karate move, and pounding on his chest while yelling "No! No! Don't put me back in there!" I watched myself calmly tell him I would do it, and I wanted to scream at myself to stop and run away, away from those horrible crashes and chips and just run to the happy land of snare, where I would live peacefully. But no, I accepted the position and cheerfully got ready for my new position. Hours later, shock wore off and I found myself in a pit of despair, just hoping I could get away from the evil cymbal. I believe I was in the state people find themselves in after a loved one dies. First they deny it, as I did, feeling that it wasn't real. Then they have anger, which made me want to hurt DF and everyone else. Then it's acceptance, which I have reached. I accept my fate, however cruel it may be. If I die, overcome by the cymbal's grasp, bury me with a snare, so I can be a snare on the heavenly drum line. Then I'll come and haunt you all for putting me on cymbals. HAHA! There's no mercy!

Blogging?

Well, despite my best efforts, I have been pulled into the world of blogging. I suppose this is inevitable, what with the technological world we have, people are almost expected to share everything about them. We see this in Facebook, where people can learn everything that is happening with you, but we see it most in blogging. So, being born in this technological sharing age, I couldn't help but enter. I might run out screaming, or you might run out screaming. Don't blame me though. So, if you want to know everything I do, I'm going to think you're weird like me. It's a fact. Anyone who wants to know about what I do must be fascinated by a college chemistry textbook, or a dissertation on Mormons and Jell-O. So if you're still reading this, I'm going to make fun of you. Ya, you think this blog is good so far? Just wait. The teenage weirdo just might surprise you. It's all downhill from here.